In the spring semester of 2022, Logan secured a last-minute seat in a Political Psychology class during the add-drop period – an unexpected decision that would spark a story of pure chance. They noticed each other almost immediately, though neither spoke. Midway through the semester, the class discussed a book about rural politics and the way small towns have become tourist attractions. Eager to earn participation points – and to brag a little about her hometown – the future bride chimed in. The professor, originally from Minnesota, asked what tourists came to see in her town. Blindsided, surrounded by University of Georgia students from Atlanta, and unsure what exactly people would visit Ball Ground for, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind: “We have this big mansion made of pink marble.” The class was small and met in a circle each day. The cute boy with curly hair and a mustache never said a word and rarely paid attention (terrible student) – but at the mention of a pink marble mansion, he leaned forward and asked, “I’m sorry, where did you say you’re from?” People in Athens rarely knew where Ball Ground was, so her standard answer was: “You don’t know it.” To which he replied: “Try me.” Irritated by the interruption, she shot back, “It’s called Ball Ground.” That’s when he smirked and said, in front of the entire class, “That’s so funny, because I’m actually from Jasper – and the Tate House isn’t in Ball Ground at all. It’s in Pickens County.” She was stunned. Never before had she met anyone from Jasper at UGA – much less someone willing to call her out publicly. Despite the brief moment they shared, they didn’t speak again for the rest of the semester. To her, he became the “annoying, arrogant poli-psych boy.” Then, in June, he sent her a message and asked her out on their first date. The Tate House had brought them together in a moment of serendipity, and now, years later, they look forward to coming full circle – celebrating their wedding there with all their friends and family this May.